Easy catch but not easy to forget

I took my glass, sipped vodka, and kept it back on the teapoy. I took her wine glass and gave it to her. As she sipped wine, I knelt down on the carpet, in front of her and saw a beautiful view. Her legs were well shaped, and her thighs were plump. Her pussy had no pubic hair, and it seemed to glow. I touched her soft inner thighs and caressed the smooth skin. I bent over between her legs and planted kisses on her pussy lips. I heard her moaning and I flicked my tongue on her pussy lips and clit. Her cream tasted as good as she smelled. I slid my tongue into her hot and juicy pussyhole. I licked and swallowed her fresh cream.

The sounds of pleasure escaping from her mouth, the fresh cream squirting from her pussy, and my cock struggling to be set free from my pants made me desperate to penetrate her and feel the comfort of her pussy. I pulled my tongue out of her pussy, kissed her clit and pussy lips, and moved back. I stood and quickly removed my jeans and undies.

She looked at my penis and asked, “Hmm…do you have a big penis?”

“No. It’s average size. It’s only six inches,” I said and went closer to her.

“It looks bigger than my ex’s penis,” she said and laughed.

“Maybe he had a micropenis,” I said and asked, “Did you suck it?”

She nodded.

I stood in front of her and said, “Suck it.”

“Ok. You sit this time,” she said, and got up.

I sat on the sofa and spread my legs. I pumped my hard cock in my fist. She knelt in front of me. She leaned forward between my legs and kissed the pink glans of my cock. She opened her mouth and took every inch of my cock into her mouth. Her warm and wet mouth felt comforting around my buzzing, rigid cock. She sucked, moving her head back and allowing my cock to glide outward. Then when only my cockhead was inside her mouth, she moved forward, taking my cock back into her mouth.

I admired her pretty face as her head moved forward and backward with my cock gliding in and out of her mouth. She seemed to be a natural expert at giving a blowjob, and that’s a quality I appreciated in a woman.

She tirelessly sucked my cock for almost ten minutes and didn’t show any signs of stopping. My balls felt heavy and swollen. Unable to control myself anymore, I placed one hand on the back of her head, stopping her head from moving back. I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and shot cum. She choked a bit. I took my hand off from the back of her head. She moved her head back a little and left only half of my cock inside her mouth. As my cock shot more cum inside her mouth, she looked at me and tried to smile. I touched her cheeks and caressed them thankfully. She looked down and took my cock fully back inside her mouth. She held it firmly inside her mouth and swallowed my cum. Then when I showed her a thumbs up confirming I was done, she sucked hard, slurping my cum till my cock popped out of her mouth.

She stood up and I apologized. “Sorry. I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t mean to ejaculate in your mouth.”

“That’s okay. I won’t become pregnant even if you ejaculate in my vagina,” she said. “I am in my safe period, and I have emergency birth control pills for backup. You can have vaginal intercourse later if you want. ”

“You are an angel,” I said.

“I know you like me very much,” she said. “I just want you to have sex with me and forget me after I get married.”

“I don’t think I can forget you,” I said, because I knew she was much better than all the women I’d had sex with.

“You’re a handsome guy. Many girls will easily fall in love with you,” she said.

I shrugged. “Maybe,” I said, and took my glass. I drank vodka and looked at her.

She took her glass and sipped wine till the glass was empty. Then, she adjusted the pleats and pallu of her saree. Her bare boobs still looked enlarged with arousal, and her nipples were still erect. Her saree looked neatly draped again. She came to the sofa and sat next to me.

I refilled our glasses. We drank, watched TV, chatted, kissed, and petted each other. I rubbed, kneaded, kissed, and sucked her boobs and nipples. She played with my balls and cock, making it hard again within fifteen minutes.

“It’s definitely bigger than my ex’s penis,” she said and looked into my eyes.

“Do you want it in your pussy?” I asked and smiled.

She looked into my eyes, seriously for a moment. Then, she stood up and faced me. She lifted her saree and petticoat above her hips. She knelt on the sofa with her knees on each side of me. She lowered herself and her inner thighs brushed against my cock. The contact made me shiver. She shifted her hips, and I felt the head of my cock at the slit of her pussy. She pushed downward letting my cock slide inside her pussy hole.

“Hmm…” she moaned as her pussy swallowed my cock and encased it in her cock sanctuary.

I moved my hand under her petticoat and grabbed her ass cheeks. I squeezed her large, plump ass cheeks, spread them apart and ran my fingers in her ass crack, feeling her moist, smooth skin and the puckered ring of her anus.

She looked down at me and smiled.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

She nodded. “Your penis feels so good in me,” she said. She leaned forward, planted a kiss on my lips, and pulled back.

She began to grind her crotch, smashing her pussy lips on the base of my cock. She moaned softly, then she lifted and lowered her bottom, sliding her tight, wet, and warm pussy hole on the surface of my fucking rod.

Playing with her boobs, I admired her. She looked beautiful dressed in the purple saree. But the saree blocked the view of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. I looked up at her. Her head was lifted, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open.

She slowly fucked up and down my cock and looked at me. She smiled and asked, “Do you like it?”

I nodded. “I love it. Do it faster,” I said, encouraging her.

She grabbed my shoulders and slowly increased the pace. Holding her ass cheeks, I helped her lift and drop on me. Soon, she was fucking me like a fucking machine, sliding her pussy hole up and down my cock, thrashing it with sexual power. Her swollen boobs bounced and wobbled. Her large ass cheeks were firm as I squeezed them and spread them apart, exposing her ass crack to fresh air.

She moved up and down, banging on me and crying ecstatically, “Ohhhh…yeah…yeah…it’s so good.”

Squeezing my cock in her pussy, she smashed her pussy lips at the base of my cock. She began grinding her clit at the base, gasping hotly.

“Ohhh…yeah…I love you so much!” she confessed for the first time, shaking as she orgasmed. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead, nose, and lips.

When she stopped moving, I lifted her a bit and lurched my cock deep inside her pussy. I pumped my cock in her creamy pussy for a few minutes and sprayed hot semen. Her pussy squeezed and sucked, milking my cock.

Slowly our bodies relaxed. She sat still on me with my semi-hard cock still buried in her pussy and her head resting on my left shoulder.

“Ananya, did you mean it?” I asked.

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Mean what?” she said.

“You said you love me,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“Yes. But I know you are not the type to fall in love with me. You want me for sex, and I am giving you what you want, because I love you.”

I didn’t know what to say. She was right. I am not the type to fall in love with any woman, but I wanted to have sex with her as long as I wanted.

That night we drank more and relaxed. I undressed her, and we spent time together completely naked. We had foreplay and sexual intercourse in various positions. We fell asleep on her bed at 4 in the morning.

After that first intimate experience with Ananya, I had sex with her frequently till she got married and went to the US. I found other women to have sex with and tried to forget her. Eventually, I agreed with my family to proceed with an arranged marriage. I married a beautiful girl from a rich family who is surprisingly a good wife and a wonderful mother for my children. But I still remember Ananya. She was an easy catch but she is not easy to forget.